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Little blossom in white and red, resting now your tiny head; grow and thrive, be strong and keen, for you will one day be their queen 
Little blossom in peach and gray, grew up strong and found your way; two things more yet to be seen, until at last you'll be their queen
Little blossom trapped in between, wearing malice like a queen; hide the truth, be cruel and tart, still all the more, you rule my heart ~Morpheus